| I’ve just come in at Number 25
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| I’m oh so happy, so glad to be alive
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| And everybody says it’s going to get to the top
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| Life is so easy when your record’s hot.
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| Go tell my mamma and my sister too
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| To press my trousers and polish my shoes
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| I might even end up a rock-and-roll god
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| It might turn into a steady job.
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| And my agent said to me: «Son, I always told you so.»
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| Now my record’s number 11 on the BBC
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| But number seven on the N.M.E.
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| Not the Melody Maker want to interview me
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| And ask my view on politics and theories on religion.
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| Now my record’s up to number 3
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| And a woman recognized me and started to scream
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| This all seems like a crazy dream
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| I’ve been invited to a dinner with a prominent queen
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| And now I’ve got friends that I never knew I had before.
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| It’s strange how people want you when you record’s high
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| 'Cos when it drops down they just pass you by
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| Now my agent just called me and said it me:
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| «Son your record’s just got to Number One.» |